Loving Me, Trusting You (15 page)

Mireya is driving me bat shit fucking crazy today. I can't get enough of her, and I want desperately to get away from her. The two emotions are threatening to strip my sanity and make me nuttier than a jar of fucking peanut butter.

My hand drops down to my jeans and brushes across the fabric there. I've been whacking it more than usual, like I'm still a damn kid or something. Mireya does that to me. She makes me so hot I can't think straight. I don't intend to touch myself then and there, but as soon as I make contact, I'm bitin' back a groan and trying to resist tearing that friggin' curtain off the wall, so I can get to her.

“I don't know, Mireya. Go out to dinner? See a movie? Something normal. We don't get a lot of that around here.” I unbutton my pants, careful to keep the sound to a minimum. I imagine that the water will cover most of it up, but if she catches me, I'm a dead man.

“You want to go on a date, Gaine?” she asks, and her voice sounds a little faraway, not as bitter as usual. If I've learned anything by being around Mireya Sawyer, it's that half the things that come out of her mouth are curse words and insults, and the other half are reserved for caustic slurs and put-downs. It's not that she's a bad person, not at all. That woman has a heart of fucking gold. She doesn't know it, but I do. And one day, I'm going to figure out a way to show it to her.

I slip my hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs and grab my cock in a firm hold. It feels so damn good that I almost let a sound slip.

“What makes you think that's a good idea? We're babysitting, remember?” I wait for a moment, but I don't hear any signs that she's gettin' out of the shower, so I start to stroke myself, slowly at first but quickly building into a frenzy. Sure, we just screwed. But I'm not done. I'll never be done with her. Something about those saucy lips, those full breasts, her round ass. I can't get her out of my mind. I've tried a few times, but it never works. I'm hooked and there ain't nothin' I can do about it. Best I go along for the ride instead of digging my heels in. It can only hurt less this way.

“Amy and Christy can come. Don't see why they couldn't sit at a different table or nothin'.” I squeeze harder and move faster, letting my eyes fall closed for just a moment, so I can pull up the image of Mireya with her pants down around her ankles and her body bent over that bike. I bite my lip to hold back a groan.

“I'm not going out to dinner with those bitches, so you can just forget about it.” The words are classic Mireya, but the tone is not.
Did I just hear her moan?
Outside the door, I can hear Christy and Amy chattin' about something, probably our little rendezvous at the dealership. I don't know how they know, but they know. Amy's friend won't even look me in the face now. Doubt I'm making a very good first impression. I check the door, just in case. Thank the fucking stars I locked it this time.

“Then let's do something else, anything else.” I don't want her to sit around and stew because if I let her, she will. She'll sit on the bed and watch weird ass soap operas and squinch her eyes, tighten her lips and disappear inside of herself. We might travel a lot, but we don't
get out
all that much. I want to do something I'd do if I lived in one place year round and met a girl I liked. I want to take her on a fucking date.

I pump my cock hard, wondering what kind of fool I am to jack it with her sitting only a few feet away. What would she think? Doubt she'd be all that thrilled about it. But then … I'm pretty fucking sure I heard another moan.

“You suggest something that interests me, and maybe I'll reconsider.” I let my head fall back as her voice drifts around me, teasing my bare skin, strengthening the illusion that my hand is her body wrapped tight as steel, hot and pulsing and dripping wet.

“Shit, I don't know, Mireya. Why don't you tell me what you want to do, and I'll do it. I'd do anything for you.” I stop suddenly and pause in the awkward silence that follows. For any other girl, that might've been a romantic statement, but for her, it's just another fucking annoyance. If I can't figure out a way to stop pushing myself on her, I'm screwed six ways to Sunday and back again. I don't stop stroking myself. It's like I'm possessed or something, like I can't hold back even if I wanted to. “We could go for a joyride. It's been awhile since we rode just to ride.” I bite my lip hard and massage the head of my cock, teasing the skin with rough fingers. “Shit, we could go for a damn walk. I can't even remember the last time I went for one of those.”

“Fine.”

Just that one word, harsh and clipped but with a wild undertone that sends me spinning around and snatching the curtain in one hand while I keep hold of my pulsing cock with the other.

Gaine rips the shower curtain back with a violent ferocity that spikes my blood and sends my tongue sliding across my lips, beckoning to him even though I shouldn't. The pervert's holding his damn dick like they're best friends and looking at me with his pupils so dilated that they make his eyes look black.

He's panting and staring down at me with an expression that's half delight and half
what the fuck
. I narrow my glare on him and slide my fingers in deep, filling myself with my own flesh, opening up and letting him see all of that delicateness on display.

“You fucking pervert,” I snarl, moving my hand faster, in and out, wishing that he were in here with me, pressing me down with his body, ravaging my neck with hot lips and fucking me until I can't stand straight anymore. With Austin, the sex was fun, but with Gaine … it's almost miserable. I can't get a release, even when I come. I just want more, no matter how we do it.

“Speak for yourself there, babe,” he tells me and then he's climbing into the bathtub fully clothed, kneeling between my legs and sliding his hand along the slick length of his shaft, biting his lip and looking down at me with dark eyes obscured by his dripping hair.

I fuck myself harder.

Water sprays across the floor, but neither of us care. I've let myself get wrapped up in this tornado effect that Gaine seems to have on me where he pushes everything else away and sucks me in. I can't stand it. I feel like I'm drowning, that I can't breathe, that my lungs are being filled with something other than air, a force that has no name, that I don't recognize. Gaine Kelley is dangerous for me, especially now in this state of in-between where anything can happen.

You think I'd stop then, but I don't. I'm fucking stubborn as shit, desperate to show myself that he doesn't mean anything to me, that he's a fuck buddy and that's it. I slide my fingers from my pussy and rub them across his cheek, grabbing his hair and pulling him down, soggy clothes and all. Our mouths crash into one another, biting and scraping and grasping. His hands find my breasts and caress my nipples, teasing them with rough fingers and holding them so tight that the flesh bulges around his hand.

I try to pull him into me, but he won't let me, drawing a snarl of frustration from my throat that's quickly drenched with another kiss, one that cuts me so deep I almost scream from the pain in my heart. I can't explain the emotions he brings out in me. I feel like I'm suffering, but like I'd do anything to suffer more, to writhe in his arms forever.
Debo estar perdiendo mi maldita mente.

Gaine kisses his way to my throat and grazes the flesh with his teeth, dragging his mouth down to my breasts and biting my nipples so hard that I gasp and arch my back, pressing myself fully into him, feeling his erection but being denied it.
I'm going to kick his ass after this.

He tugs on my nipples and flicks his tongue over them, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm with just his mouth while his hand roves down between my legs and takes over, plunging inside of both my openings, teasing that tender flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Gaine pinches the sensitive nerve endings and leaves me shaking with desperation and need, biting back a wave of insults and a scream. I imagine that if I let loose, Amy's little friend would piss her damn pants. I doubt she's ever heard a woman in the throes of passion.

“You're teasing me on purpose,” I growl against his wet hair, wrapping my fist it in and pulling his face back to mine, so I can lick along his stubbled jaw and nip at his ear. My cheek smoothes along the roughness of his as I whisper in his ear. “If you piss me off, you'll regret it.” He ignores my half-assed threats and continues to fuck me with his hand, kissing the tiny star tattoo at the edge of my eye and then moving down to the sensitive skin between my breasts, running his tongue over a tiny dusting of freckles.

“You're a real piece of work, Mireya Sawyer,” he says, flicking his thumb up against my G-spot. I gasp and a flood of pleasure washes over me, pulling an orgasm from my lower belly, and sucking the breath from my lungs. For a split second, I can't think abut anything but Gaine and the weird feelings he draws from the empty well of my heart. And then I'm coming hard, biting my own tongue to keep from screaming. The muscles in my body clench tight as I shudder around him, wishing all the while that it was his cock, that he was being rendered motionless in my arms, taken down a notch from the simple act of fornication. As my lungs fill again with a much needed breath of steamy air, a cascade of liquid warms places low, dripping down his hand and joining the spray from the shower head. It feels like I'm takin' a piss, but there is no way in fuck I would pee myself. The orgasm draws it from me without asking, drenching the bottom of the tub with my own juices. I try to play it off as nothing, but Gaine notices, slowing the rhythm of his hand and sitting up to look down at me.

“Baby, did you just ejaculate on me?” I ask, the corner of my lip twitching in amusement. Mireya puts her hand on my chest and shoves hard, but I'm not going anywhere, not this time. I slide my hand from her hot cunt and run my tongue down the warm liquid that's running down my wrist. It's not just water, that much I know for sure, and this ain't just the usual. Mireya Sawyer is a squirter. I try not to laugh. I'm not making fun of her, not in the least. This right here, this is pure ecstasy on my part.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she asks, scooting back and holding her arm across her breasts, covering next to nothin' except her nipples. Mireya's breasts are full and luscious, two beautiful bronze orbs glittering with moisture. Drops of water run between them and draw my eye down, down, down. “You can either wipe that smile off your face or piss off,” she says and then mutters something dirty in Spanish. Kinda glad I don't speak the language at the moment.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of,” I tell her, bending down and putting my hands on either side of her slick, moist body. I want to strip down and rub myself all over her, feel every inch of that soft, smooth flesh pressing against me. The differences between our bodies excites me, makes my cock so hard it hurts. I want to grab her hips and fill her, so that she's tight with me, joined with me in that moment in a way she's not with anybody else, and I never want to let her go. I want to hold and kiss and fuck this woman until the end of time and then some. It'll never be enough. There will never come a time when I can just walk away from her without lookin' back. She thinks that, maybe, but it isn't true. “But I don't recall this ever happening before.” Mireya narrows her eyes at me and gives me a look that could kill.

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about,” she growls, and for a second there, I think she's pullin' my damn leg. But then I look closer and see that the red flush across her bronzed skin isn't just from the heat or the excitement. She's
embarrassed.
Mireya fucking Sawyer is flat out flamin', cheeks rosy and red. “Get your ass back down here and fuck me, you piece of shit. Or get out.”

“Mireya, listen to me,” I say as I press my body against hers, bringing my hand back to that molten spot between her thighs. “You've got a special talent there, that's all.” She tries to knee me in the groin, but I manage to grab her knees and push her legs apart. Well, I'm sure it's not all brute strength. She's letting me or I wouldn't be doing it. Mireya might've gotten a good ass kicking from Amy Cross, but she's tough. She can hold her own. “Not all women can come like that, you know?”